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Because Jeno was too nervous, when the man turned his head when he heard the sound of the door opening, his twisted stomach gasped upwards.

Yes, he hiccupped in front of his ideal type... Could there be anything more deadly than this?

Jennuo Sheng thought hopelessly, if he jumped off the 21st floor now, the end would not be very painful.

Frank stood up and greeted Jano as if he didn't hear him, and smiled ten times brighter than before.He secretly thought that Hermione's uncle was quite young and good-looking, so he thought he was an uncle.It seems that he is not too much to be called a brother.

I thought so, but I couldn't say it that way.So he greeted respectfully.

"Hello, are you Hermione's uncle? I have a super good relationship with Hermione. If I don't take the liberty, can I call you uncle too?"

Jeno:? ? ?

How can this be!

Jeno quickly stopped him: "No need, no difference between me and Hermione, we also call each other by name at home. You can just call me Jeno, you are Frank, right?"

Frank nodded with a smile, and didn't continue to express any opinions on the title, anyway, he was just talking casually.

"Okay, Jeno. Let's take a look at the contract." Frank took out his revised contract from his bag and handed it to Jeno, who took it and sat opposite him to read it.

Although his mind was muddled, he couldn't think of many benefits in the contract.

Ah... the first sentence changed the number of years for renting the production line... so did he bend it?

The output of the production line can be returned at 30.00% of the profit... If he is not bent, should I still do it?

No, this is so unprofessional!Jienuo, who has lived for 30 years, never knew that he was a love brain... In line with the professional ethics of a professional manager, he reluctantly regained his sanity and carefully read the contract.

To Frank's surprise, the contract went very smoothly, and the Muggle president opposite barely changed any clauses, and agreed to sign.

What a good man, worthy of being Hermione's uncle.

Frank sighed.I remembered how uncomfortable he was clutching his stomach when he first came in, and seemed to be belching?

I guess it's a bad stomach, right?Next time, bring him some potion to protect his stomach!

After the dust settled on the yacht, Frank made a happy decision.

Jie Nuo, who had no idea that he was issued a good card by the other party when they first met, was secretly poking and thinking about how to get a contact information.

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It has been a month since the last contract was signed.

Because Jie Nuo was too nervous, he didn't say the contact information, and he lived in regret for a month.

On the day before Christmas, every family starts to decorate their own Christmas trees or buy gifts, and people on the street come and go in a hurry.

Jie Nuo was strolling on the street wrapped in a thick coat. He had just finished working overtime, and was also affected by the festive atmosphere. He gave the driver a holiday and decided to walk home slowly by himself.I hope to use the festive atmosphere to make my depressed mood this month better.

But in the middle of the journey, he regretted it a bit. After all, it was snowing and the weather was cold, so the road seemed extremely long.

After finally walking to his own community, he was suddenly attracted by the sound of clapping basketball in the basketball court of the community.

Who will play basketball during the holidays?

He looked up curiously, and for a moment suspected that he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could the person who I have been talking about for a month suddenly appear here?And playing in a sweater on a snowy day?

Fortunately, that person also saw him, stopped playing and waved to him, making him understand that this was not an illusion.

"J...no? Right, do you also live in this neighborhood?" Frank, who was out of breath after playing, looked at the familiar Muggle who stopped beside him.

"Yeah, you live here too?" Jeno asked excitedly.

"I just moved here a few days ago and bought a house here." Frank nodded, the sweat in his blond hair shimmering.

"I didn't expect that we are neighbors! Would you like to come over and play together?" Frank invited familiarly.

Of course, Jeno quickly agreed. He took off his heavy coat and put it on the chair next to him. The two played a 1v1 basketball game in the small basketball court in this community.

Jeno, who hasn't played basketball since graduating from college, slowly regained the touch he had when he was in school.Although at first he just wanted to stay with his sweetheart for a while, but gradually, the man's competitive spirit took over.The two of you chased each other, and they were sweating in the winter.

Frank flung him away with a feint, jumping on the spot and was about to dunk. It should have been a super cool move, but unfortunately his foot slipped and he jumped forward. Jeno subconsciously wanted to give him a hand, but because there was snow under his feet , He was not standing too firmly, and the two of them fell into a ball in the snowdrift beside the basketball court.

The icy snow slid in along the sweater, making Jeno shiver, he stood up quickly, and pulled Frank up who seemed to want to lie down for a while.

He felt like a frozen chicken, and looked up to see Frank standing up, his hair covered in snow and shaking like a dog.

The two embarrassed people looked at each other and laughed.Frank raised his hand and cast a quick-drying and warming spell on both of them silently. When Jeno looked up in surprise, Frank made a hissing gesture at him and gave him a wink.

So cute……

The heartbeat that was finally suppressed by the heart of victory and defeat just now resurfaced.Jeno once again realized very clearly that he really fell for this little wizard who had only met him once.

……

A game of basketball is undoubtedly the best way to draw in the friendship of two men - same goes for gays.

After Frank was playing with him, he literally opened up his chatter box. He played and chatted with Jeno for a whole afternoon.

Jeno also kept playing with him in a good-tempered manner, and the excited Frank's favorability for him immediately rose, and he completed the transformation from a client to a friend in an instant.

As night approached, the two of them were so exhausted that they slumped on the chairs and panted, the basketball rolled casually by their feet.

"It's time to go home," Geno said.

"Well, let's go." Panting, Frank brushed his sweaty hair back, exposing his smooth forehead. "I'll go to the convenience store to buy food later on. The only thing that's open during the holidays is the one that's still open."

Jeno was a little surprised when he heard that: "You only eat convenience stores for Christmas dinner?"

Is he celebrating the festival alone?

Sure enough, Frank confirmed Jeno's conjecture in the next second.

"I'm too lazy to cook by myself."

Jeno hesitated, stood up, and invited: "I hope it's not too presumptuous, maybe you can come to my house for dinner? I also live alone."

Frank immediately agreed without thinking too much, and seemed very happy to finally have a meal.

Jeno, who also smiled with relief, was extremely grateful for the family dinner that had been postponed because of the possibility of working overtime today.

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